June 17 2007

Emily




Hailie

So those 2 Buzzers are a week old tomorrow... all in all not bad. It was the 3 year old Kaiya who was up screaming all night last night. I guess these things happen when you lose attention to others you do like the others.

And another thing it appears that Younger's night is actually on Tuesday not thursday so i guess there was an error on those posters after all. Much change. I played some music today for the first time in what seemed like *** insert metaphor here***... it was kind of nice. Having a new house and some new kids can give a man an opportunity to check out his life. Kind of like the time some dudes jumped out of a van and tried to smash my head in... you review things in your life for signs of happiness and such.

I am so very fortunate to have never bought into the whole "Music business" scene... i haven't lost anything. I have missed many experiences... or have i. And there is the great unknown... my life is good, my friends are stellar, i like my music and i play it with people who feel likewise and contribute greatly to the cause. Perhaps you may have noticed that i occasionally fly off the rails on some rage pertaining to marketing and such.


Well so i got this cell phone before CT went into labour... to contact me when the event should happen and of course you can imagine my blood pressure as the salesman threw plan options my way... so i went with the "pay as you go"... being that the idea of a cell phone irritates me. none-the less it comes in handy every now and then so i am down to $1 left. So i go online to the Shit site... i mean Bell site and you can't just log in and buy some time... I could go to the store an buy a card and phone it in, or i could register on a "Pay as you go plan"... my take is Fuck off assholes you got my 90 bones for this shithole phone let me buy some fucking time without rooking me into a conversation with one of your shit eating salesmen... (to be fair the guy that sold me the phone was all good). It is that idea in humanity where everything HAS to be geared to sucking more money out of people. I can buy anything over the internet except time for my fucking 90 dollar phone... that would have been free had i signed on to get soaked for the next 3 years.

I guess a lot of my problems with music come from the same root... which is why i play for free every wednesday night. I will not be part of that system.

I should get some sleep

Another classic example.

note to Younger.

I am useless...


Perhaps i should just buy a pasture and graze with some other friendly ungulates


un·gu·late (ŭng'gyə-lĭt, -lāt') Pronunciation Key
adj.
Having hooves.
Resembling hooves; hooflike.
Of or belonging to the former order Ungulata, now divided into the orders Perissodactyla and Artiodactyla and composed of the hoofed mammals such as horses, cattle, deer, swine, and elephants.

titles are for chumps

And the times they are a changin'

Is that the wright punctuation for Changing... what is right or does it matter what you are actually saying. Do you speak with enough authority to dodge the laws of the language.

How many people i know who are on myspace right now and the reason i know they are there and it was all just an accident... perhaps i should check the Canada Lynx records email... perhaps some business offer awaits my prompt attention... wo got a few pages of "Friends requests" and "Somebody has made a comment about you" emails. WAIT HOLD ON !!!

2 things

The exclamation mark will make the number 1 if the caps lock is on
And 2, Back in my day a comment about somebody was used as a vehicle for comedy and they weren't meant to hear it... perhaps that is why i have been mistaken as an immature jackass for the better part of my life.

where was i

Oh yea... i was going to do apiece about that NY Times article the Mule pointed out on Difficult music it was going to be a comedy piece on how the successful blogger/ musician interacts with his readers, and the old S Robertson special about to go into a tirade on how he happened to go on myspace and thought he would look at his profile and notice that everybody he knows is on myspace right now at 10:30 on a fine Monday night. INSANITY Put down you computer keyboards and go and learn a trade you fucking scene sucking ninnies.

Sure i am hamming it up a bit and i might not sucker punch all of those who are on the list as surly they could see that i two was online. Perhaps a planet of the apes like "where we all end up online"... never-mind i haven't even seen the movie

I almost want to post a picture of my house with the fence and then go into fence building wisdom, but perhaps i am too paranoid that a thief will end up monitoring my Myspace activity ant then breaking in to my house, getting by the alarm, and our guard dog "Fangs" to rob me after studying my behavior.

I still have to make Younger a poster

Shit

I wonder

I wonder if i got rid of that damn "adsence" clicky thing above the blog that i accidentally signed up for some time ago as a result of some wrong thinking. In some ways it was actually "right thinking" but with unfortunate results. It would be a long explanation and i have just spent many hours building a fence and will choose to not go into why i thought it might be a good idea to see what kinds of adds one would put on this here blog should somebody who gets paid to read blogs and connect them with like minded advertising. Shall we leave it at "S Robertson and marketing folk do not and will never see eye to eye" and move on... i think so.

I must say life is good.. the other day i took a call and after i hung up i thought "Yea well that's a good problem for you fuckers". I expect only W.B. will fully get that one but he is pretty sharp.

I have moved into a house like structure and i can now go out my front door see my fence and yard hear the wind blowing in the trees and feel a general sense of relaxation.

A few weeks ago i would go out my front door to catch a passing... never-mind

Another myspace rant

The only emails my "business" gets these days are friends requests from our myspace accounts. You see all pro bands and record labels use myspace as their primary contact resource... their websites are just there to collect service fee's. indeed, so i get these emails from people wanting to be my "friend", or at least my band or record label's friend, and my policy is is to just accept all as friends. Except i denied somebody the other day... i got the usual numerous requests... as you get more friends, your mathematical chances of getting scene sucking keyboard ninnies increases. Anyhoo... oh yea i denied the band that had a request and sent me a message that essentially said that they were responding to my email and that this was not spam and then i noticed a "friends request" from them.

Anyway.. the thing is every-time i go on myspace to just clear out the messages / requests it just takes forever for the pages to load. Has it finally go to big for it's own bridges? I think so... how about this... this whole green movement where all the hipsters use up energy leaving comments about each other.

Me i got the lights on... pecking away at this shithole blog whit my refrigerated drinks and a heart full of hate... half full of hate, and half full of love.

Oh apparently another "earth like planet" has been discovered in some far away place (20.5 light years). It';s probably too far away to have any commercial value to us. Actually no... just the idea that it is there could sell somebody something...

perhaps Buddhism is not in me

Fucking Pigeon i just don't know why the hell we don't just take up arms and blast the bastards from the face of the planet. If it was a good enough fate for the Passenger Pigeon then bring it on.

Let's not get soft on this issue, with a everything has a right to life line of BS. We as humans own the world, especially us white westerners, and we should be free to kill things that annoy us. many better scientific explanations could be made but who ever believed in science right. We should just arm everybody and send them out on the streets to blast pigeon's.

Just the other day when i was running my plan of shooting a certain pigeon my wife exclaimed "you will shoot out the window!" which is nonsense of course and has me teetering on a whole new tangent, but i for once, digress. Of course i am not going to shoot at a window... i aim at the sky after a ball is thrown at the balcony to spook the pigeon into flying over the "no fly zone", witch authorizes me to blast that fucker and it's shit ass once and for all.

i can just see in now. "Strata Council President goes on Avian slaughter mission... neighbors are left horrified. to witch i say boo fucking hoo

Seriously though

I just read an excerpt from "Becoming the Kind Father" by Calvin Sandborn in Common Ground. The passage was about a man who was so obsessed with his own anger and failures that he ended up alienated and dying alone in an empty hospital when the "arteries in his chest burst from ancient blame".

Although i see my obsession with my failure as a statement of what the idea of success is in this shithole world, others may not, and while i don't really give a damn about what people think of me in a sense of sticking to the "don't judge a book by it's cover" idea, i do care what my kids get from me. I'm not too sure i am consumed with anger as i laugh a lot and have a lot of good times... perhaps i have a keen memory and an eye for irony, and with those conditions living as a member of the human race in 2007 one cannot exist without a non stop 24/7 insane barrage of lunacy coming from every angle.

There was an article in the paper about how it may become impossible to insure "green roofs" and this may have an impact on the building of the "olympic village"... this was the one where they were going to build the world's first sustainable community... we were excited... my wife CT even went to the community meeting where they just kept repeating "we are going to collect rainwater!". It would be weird if the government/development community has to back out of the green roof commitment because of "insurance issues".

There are places in the world where you have to have a green roof... perhaps those european cities won't get "world Class" rating.

Oh yea i was going to step off the rage for a while.

Sports fans

It has been reported that sports fans go through immense mood swings come playoff times, often citing their whole existence as a failure on the basis of the outcome of a game.

like i mean what kind of lunatic research is this.

In another unrelated News story it appears unbaptized children do have a "hope" of going to heaven. In the document, the commission said there were "serious theological and liturgical grounds for hope that unbaptized infants who die will be saved and brought into eternal happiness."
It stressed, however, that "these are reasons for prayerful hope, rather than grounds for sure knowledge."

so 2 points:

The last blogaroo was a nod to the idea of a man seeing his happiness as related to the yearly Stanley Cup Failure that has become the one sure thing in his life.

And if the people running the world take as fact "white man's religion" then being a failure may not be that bad after all.

let's lay some facts down

I think i hate blogs, and i hate myself as a huckster peddling music when i could just have a nice quiet life on some barren terrain in the great white north. If i hear that SS intro song again i'll have to decapitate myself and just go to a nice peaceful grave. And here at my desk i see a thick stack of loser CD's and a knocked over pile of "Business cards"... HA HA HA! Business Cards! Did you get that one!

You could see it coming... a 4 on 2 that needed only to be a 3 on 2 that turned into a close breakaway which lead to a "too many men on the ice" penalty which led to the obvious.

I also hate poetry and others who make what they call art and expect you to take it seriously. Here is an idea... just walk around with a sign hung over your neck in the back alley behind my place and i will check it out on my way down to the fridge for yet another beer.

True i am disappointed that my team lost tonight... but i see it as a positive to be able to reflect on my own miserable failure of a life in order to make things better.

for example: I have heard this... well something to the affect that by me keeping doing what i am doing with respect to music in Vancouver that it is in some way noble and valuable. Well chumps lets think about that for a minute and take a page out of the old real estate book. "Value is what someone is willing to pay"... that's right, pack a big pipe full of that and tell me how you feel after a couple of hauls. A better argument could be made for being a cartilaginous fish swimming off the coast of Hawaii with each eye on a "Hammer like" skeletal formation. Don't get me wrong, i don't want to be some whining jackass, and i do take full responsibility for my manner of existence as i must to right this ship of fools.

The question is. What is it that makes Super Robertson believe that being Super Robertson was ever even in the slightest way a good idea. And beyond that... is there some juvenile mechanism at work in keeping the idea of running a company that sells entertainment that nobody wants. I guess their is a certain satisfaction in creating... but yet, hey my beer is done.

The Old Robertson

So i was reading in the news how some guy from the green party wrote some horse-shit years ago after 911 and it is coming back to haunt him. Now being a man who was targeted by the Green Party years ago to run as a candidate (until an ill fated policy meeting) i thought "What did old Robertson have to say on September 11 2001". Of course i pretty much knew but i went back to the original chronicles to check... which is a neat thing... or not... about blogs. As usual i was on the money fearing the obvious and not buying the hype. I ended up checking through the original chronicles and noticed a different feel, back then i didn't even know i was a blogger... we just had this bandROADBED and a friend Gareth made us a site and i was looking to have updates so that the thousands of visitors each day would have a reason to come back... (laugh track). I had thought that by taking the lead the other members of the band would then have their own "Chronicles" and the band site would become a balanced representation of it's components. but then of course why should it? A band is a band and not a collection of blog jackasses, no offense to all of you blog jackasses out there. Like i mean do you want to go and pay money to see a pack of keyboard eggheads play music? of course not.

Where was i going... something about a Blog as a record of ones opinions... I'd say I have been hammering the human sustainability gong for a long time... i guess it's time for me to get pessimistic for the new "Green" movement on the basis that trained consumers like "buzz words" and not "hardworking concepts".

Perhaps i should just go back to babbling like a loon about various unconnected thoughts with periodic outbursts into rogue poetry.

what would Mr. T say...

I believe it would be something like " I pity the fools that missed that A Ghost to Kill again show". And i do for so may reasons... i was thinking of trying to describe mule loving it... the way the back of his head nodded and the silhouette of his glasses and smiling face were loving every minute... but then there was Smash who was full on rocking out in front of Cory Curtis. Me, i have a stiff neck myself today from the aggressive rocking that the music made me oblige. I mentioned to Alvaro Rojas after the show that I'm going to need to come to rehearsals to get into shape for a show like that, to which he replied that there won't be one for a few months because Sam Cartwright is going out on tour for a while... well hot damn i pitied the fools that missed that show even more. Luckily for me Dustin Rilcof made it to the show which will save me trying to explain it's greatness over the saturday workout... not that i wouldn't mind trying but i really think it was one of those you had to be there moments.

the good the bad and the shitty

I went to see my buddy Ruth Minnikin at the main last night... we shall call her my buddy as she and the band Reels played the Supper Show last Wednesday. unfortunately when you are running a supper show you often miss the opportunity to become intimate with the performance as there is always somebody willing to tell you something. I got myself a potent dose of her beauty last night when the song "Stairs" came close to bringing me to tears.

I was kind of braying like a fine ass having missed RICOCHET at the Shadbolt Centre. There was a 2pm matinee show but i spent 1-2PM climbing the exterior of our building trying to kill some pigeons with a broom. wen i got back down to the ground my 3 year old daughter said "Daddy i need to have a conversation with you", she then wagged her finger at me saying "you shouldn't do that, that is very dangerous and you could fall down and hit your head, OK, i want you to look at me...". My wife had said something to the effect that "maybe this isn't the best time to scale 40 feet up the exterior of the building in an attempt to murder pigeons.

We are gathered here today to honor the passing of Super Robertson, who died yesterday after falling 30 feet onto a concrete patio... what possessed him to do such a bone headed thing one will never know, although anybody who knew him knew he was prone to rage induced bad decisions.

I did find out that they guy above me had a pigeon nest on his balcony... i don't think he uses his balcony... and perhaps... i still like my Falcon idea.

The bottom line. I cannot have pigeons shitting on me anymore. I should go and get some stone and carve that into the stone and then perhaps launch that stone through a window.

118

Much deliberation on the future of Super Robertson lately. All of it with a clear mind and a happy heart. Am i overwhelmed or just uninspired? or perhaps a little bit of both. perhaps it is time to fold and accept defeat. A defeat that feels more like a proper retirement without the bitterness of defeat. Apparently the Rheostatics are about to play their final show tonight, or is it tomorrow, which is odd as 21 tandem Repeats were in line to help fill the void... and now this talk of folding again. it just seems like there are too many times when I'm on stage and just not cutting it... Probably true that I have too much on my plate and do not have enough time to concentrate on being that "ARTIST". perhaps it doesn't matter... perhaps a mumbling Super Robertson trying to wing it on a wednesday night is better than american idol to some folks... and in that way it is important, but in another more selfish way, it isn't.

We have the next 21TR CD in the can and i still have some stuff than needs completion... for the obvious personal reasons, and 21tr's latest CD keeps getting played on the CBC, which is something that ROADBED could never manage, for some reason, that at it's base is the same reason for everything i am eluding to, and why i feel comfortable using the word failure without shame.

There is also the Secret collaboration of 2 main street men... where 1 track is down.

Then there is the fact the we are having twins in a few months, trying to sell our Loft, and move to a house, and i really should get on my great movie idea... and the book. perhaps i should write art's funding grants... i see rage in my future.

I am happy with life and what i have done musically... a little disappointed in my ability to present that music, with respect to marketing, but happy that it is made and is out there for people to hear and enjoy.

untame

So i had the pleasure of somebody telling me that, and i quote, "Vancouver is a city immune to stupidity, not like other places". we were talking about real estate... i couldn't resist saying "not even GOD could crash the market here"... there was a pause and then a stern look and he shot back "I think you are right on that one".

Let the good times roll I say. Art Perry had a good one as well... he gave me a copy of his lecture on postmodernism. It started "it is not difficult to understand postmodernism, but at times it is hard to swallow. Ba Boom! I'd pay money to get in on that lecture... One art degree coming up! i can add it to my collection of useless degrees and accomplishments.

I remember meeting one big idiot a long time ago... you couldn't run into that said person without them spending a half hour telling you how they were a member of the Duke of Edinburgh Club, as if that was some great honor. I dated a girl later that knew the idiot from high school and she was also a member of the Duke of Edinburgh Club, and the basically did nothing except go for a hike one time and the big idiot missed it because of a "deep tissue injury in the leg".

some days i wonder what the future holds for me. As humans we tend to resist change even though it may be just what we need... was it in King Lear "fortune turn thy wheel"

I also noticed how all the "hockey fans" at work are coming over to my case in the morning to gloat about how their team is unbeatable and my team is struggling to make the playoffs. even though there team is my other team that shall remain nameless as to not curse the god's... wo that's 2 God words in one blogaroo... good thing i didn't get into the catholic school vs french immersion option, as i am one who believes that religion, he pauses and thinks about how to articulate.... should he... i realize that religion gives many good people a place in a community but ultimately i think it is bull shit in that it seems to be an all or nothing game that often leads devout followers to hate others because... because why?

sleep

Loft for Sale

Well, apparently, according to the "how to sell your home " handbook, one of the things you need to do in order to sell your home is to announce the fact that you are set to sell it.

So my first official test, besides the failure of a Music Career, of the power of a Blog, or at least this semi-literate, back stabbing collection of words that can sometimes generalize about the existence of a man in his world will be this.

LOFT FOR SALE

This Loft boasts approximately 1000 square feet of luxury living.

Located in the Prestigious "Artworks" building in Vancouver.

Exclusive balcony and private access to 300 Square foot patio... a sunny oasis on summer evenings.

The warm "adobe" style of the loft has ample storage features creatively built in to its structure. Perfect for young families who have 2 or fewer children.

This loft has History.

The upper office serves as the nerve center and head office for the Famous "Super Robertson Chronicles" series. Also the site where many great HITS were conceived including "Blue skies", a song being played by CBC radio afternoon show's "Freestyle" and "On the Coast" currently.

Covered Parking, close to transit, unheard of low condo fee's ($130 a month)... this loft is a jewel in the city.

Located next too a a large common room with a huge balcony it gives the owner incredible space should you want to run around and play ball with your child, entertain, play music (acoustic) late at night without bothering anybody.

We have one daughter and ere expecting twins. There are 2 kids rooms (or large walk in closets) and a loft... we are willing to stay here but, sadly it might be time to move on. I had always hoped to hold on to this place and retire here... perhaps i still will.

That said, you want or know anybody who want's to buy 1 beautiful Loft in Vancouver... i guess let me know.

Who gives a shit

Well the Vancouver Canucks won tonight... I was going to treat myself to a beer and a bag of potato chips at the local bar while i took in the 3rd period, only the bartender put my change into the tip jar, negating my savory salty treat. probably didn't need the calories anyway, but it would be nice to make that call on your own, if you know what i mean.

I always liked that scene in the movie resivour dogs where they guy explains where he is against tipping. His point is that a person at McDonalds doesn't get a tip then why should some other person performing a similar task. Tipping is a weird dog... some people believe that it is a mandatory thing that should error on the side of generosity. Is it rude to not leave a tip when you are treated like an asshole, and made to wait, and have your order fucked up? Is it still your responsibility to help out somebody who is "underpaid"? I have been argued savagely on this point.

I am more from the school of "get a better job if you want more you fucking hammerhead". i mean i do my job and i try to do it well, and i entertain for free, and i try to do that well, so i don't particularly feel that i owe somebody $1.75 to open a beer for me.

I believe we have a soft society that has lost the concept of "value".

yep yep yep

I seem to have found a way to get Willingdon Black to use his superior writing skills to update some 21 tandem repeats/ music related items.

It was all by accident you see, that came out of frustration, and it comes down to the point of "beware of what you write in a band bio website" because you never know when a Toronto magazine is going to review your band and use that ill advised information to destroy the reputation of certain band members... What does it come down to? I guess the answer is that I don't have the slightest clue. i have never really understood anybody or anything related to the control of one's image. There was a story on the CBC about a girl agreeing to go camping with her boyfriend because she though he was going to ask her to marry him. she then goes on to explain that she doesn't want to go camping, or at least her fear was that she didn't look pretty when she was camping. that just misses me %1000 but yet i know that many people think that way. Why would you not want to go camping and once you are camping there are so many fine things to enjoy that to miss them by worrying about your appearance is totally detrimental.

I remember Darren and Beuff... they drove 16 hours up to a tree-planting camp spent one night and took off in the morning. I remember the anger in Beuff's face when he realized what tree-planting was... a little too late. it was hilarious... they had no time for savage labour from a tent camp and had no bones about leaving without ever really trying

Have your shit together in slithery statements and stick too them and never look like a real human because that is dangerous. real humans are boring fuckers that are good for gardening and contributing to the tax base. where was i going with this... perhaps i should re become a luddite.

where is the future

There i was all ripe with a fresh idea and then this cotton pickin' blog makes me change over to a Google account... next thing you know the child is awake and coming up with some mysterious arm ailment and then something else about wanting something fresh (which would be fresh water). You have to watch these children they will have you running all kinds of fake plays.

The Vancouver Housing Blogger has signed off for a while, which in my opinion sounds like a good idea. I say that with all due respect, VHB has made his point and became the King of Blogs doing it... even though Blog is still not recognized as a word... it will be interesting to see if "New blogger has a spell check that accepts it as a word. It can't be a healthy thing to be on a tip like that for so long... just a few weeks before i had thought i must stop reading that for a while as you tend to spend more and more time waiting for the collapse.

I had long been a pusher of the idea that real estate and the people buying it have an insane relationship, telling anybody knew "this makes no sense", "who can afford this", "do they have any idea what debt can do to your life". And then people started telling me i should check out VHB's blog, One even asked me if I was VHB... which of course was silly as our writing styles differ completely. All the while of course my loft has doubled in "value", although i have never been one to start counting that "profit"... me being a natural maniac stayed focused on bringing down the mortgage. The thing is our family missed an opportunity to buy a house that we would have loved where we wanted it because we were not mentally ready, and although i do not blame any philosophy but my own i tend to think that if i wasn't sure of the crash (which i am), and rather thinking about what i need and can afford, and what i want and what i am willing to give and take then perhaps i would have a better mind to achieve it. My outlook needed a change so i though i should stay away from VHB (still managed to peak) and then a few weeks later VHB pulls a tigger and bounces off. Why not... good idea, surely VHB could get a good book deal.

21 Tandem Repeats has even written a song for VHB called "irrational exuberance" (working title)... perhaps we could get it out on the next CD although it still needs a bit of work. andy song with the line "then freako pointed out where he was wrong" is OK in my books.

oh yea the thing i really wanted to talk about has to do with this "Global Warming" theory. Now Australia is banning incandescent lights because they don't meet energy requirements... good idea. Why is it that you never hear talk of planting some more trees. there is all kinds of emission target jargon but why don't we start composting all compostables and replanting our forests that way we can work from both sides of the problem. Also why are grey water systems not mandatory for all this new construction that will turn our city into a "world class city"... are we just a pile of hammerheads flopping around in a boat?


**** note Blog is acceped as a word in the "new blogger"

I wonder if Blogaroo and Bloggi and Bloggi apparatus will make it one day?

The Dance

If your imagination is broken I give you my beautiful dances

Kaiya Magnolia Robertson (age 3)

Might have to use that one. If I was only a poet jackass rather than a simple rhythm jackass. I have been called a wordsmith by a few people in my time, perhaps their imagination was broken... Or perhaps I need a hooker to teach me how to take a compliment (The Tragically Hip).

Where is this gibberish going, and why shouldn't one blog about work?

Making enemies was never the smart way to succeed... Just suck it up and keep taking it and maybe one day it will be your turn on the soft end of the whip. But not to likely because there are 2 types out there Whipers and Whipees... I guess there are also apple eaters and peach lovers.

I was spinning my wheels today just like yesterday
The new orange was a fools paradise
because when you miss the boat
you need to swim
but there are sharks
and they are better in the water than you could ever be
so don't train in the swimming pool
go learn to make a million
any you can buy a boat
and pay a sailor
and go fishing if you want

Create New Post

I was over at Mule Hughe's house the other week... It was the usual uber social event with Willingdon Black entertaining the crowd with imitations from television shows from a long time ago. Knowing that these guys are Blog fellows I asked them if they has switched their blogs over to the "New" goggle blogger. There was a series of curses from the couch, known originally as a chesterfield in Canada, or a Sopha in the U.S.A. apparently these computer things can cause aggravation to other people as well. I always figure if something works don't whatever you do fuck with it, especially if it is some thing that reads ones and zeros.

the cost of progress can be brutal when you think about it... You could do what you needed to... Now you can do more once you negotiate the 2 month set up and recover from the mild stroke.

Like global warming which is reluctantly being recognized as fact. It is a true cost of industrial progress, and it's ability to be ignored for the past few decades is the cost of our economic progress. And the fact that were are going to hear all kinds of new useless terms to quantify this beast by politicians vying for your vote will be sure to stoke the rage in the Robertson home.

The other day I was in the car driving and I came across Cambie street... They are preparing Vancouver for the Olympics in 2010 to be a world class city... So there I was inching along and I guess I must have said something as Kaiya, who was in her seat in the back said "why you say that!". Apparently she is not a fan of road rage.

Perhaps I need a metal band

Bone wisdom

Willingdon Black, a fine man and a stellar guitarist makes the fool error of admitting in print that he can't hear the ghastly acoustic guitar buzzing that plagues a certain release.

I myself spent the night at a hammerhead convention... Ah you know me always focusing on the negative.

Recall my greatest life decision occurred with the help of focusing on the negative. Focusing on the positive is for sheep hearders... They tell the sheep " this is great, there are plenty of blades of grass to munch on this cold, steep shaded moutain side". That a boy be a team player.

fuck that shit man, when something is wrong it should be addressed as wrong and aggressively stomped out of existence.

I met a lot of folks tonight who are ready to tour next month on albums that are not yet mixed... That's like a young me, back when I believed in myself, er , I mean, I felt like an elder. And that was a good thing. I spent the night giving advise... Don't whatever you do waste your life like I have done... Nobody wants to hear your shitty shit, show some breasts... Indeed

apparently there is a person starting a Canada Post stress Blog

The Game

Is the game of life to win?

perhaps it is... is it rather the definition of the word "win"?

Can everybody be a winner? I believe not... a nice model and a fine philosophical conversation could be had over the concept

21 Tandem Repeats

Time to post

a band called the green makers... That was the idea I had the other day driving down Clarke near Kelly Boy's place... Yea I was full of them yesterday there were other ideas as well but I just forgot them for some reason.

Oh yea I was thinking of BLOG, and the idea and the words.

Blogaroo- a post in a blog
Blogi- a post with comments
Blogi Apparatus- a series of posts with comments pertaining to the same topic

21 Tandem Repeats

just wanted to test my ability to put a link in... I just updated the 21tr site and put some links in there and they worked for a bit and now they don't. Of all the things I was thinking one of the more important is to get link action into this blog...

i will write later...

It is a little odd

Just sitting on a balcony keeping an eye on this dark finch like bird who is trying to move in on my crumbs, and perhaps more if the opportunity arises. Went for a nice snorkel earlier and saw some of those blue and orange fish. Just finished re-stringing my guitar and I think the ocean is calling again.

I left Vancouver as a snowstorm covered the city, thinking about work and how those bastards are going to interview me when I get back to find out "why I didn't properly do my vehicle safety check on January 11th when I ran out of gas"... Is the proper answer "that piece of shit vehicle has a faulty gas gauge!"... I believe it is... But anyhoo only a fool and a jackass would feel the rising rage of that one in a calming Caribbean climate where the ocean calls for another lengthy swim. Of course I am many things and I dabble in foolery and the art of Jackass.. Perhaps I should get some fire coral for my interview on the 29th.

Kind of unfortunate that there is Internet here... As I have no business doing this.

On the plane down I watched the movie "the last kiss".. For an airplane movie it was serviceable... So I invest the time watching it and then at the end when the final conversation between the 2 main characters happens the plane PA gives a lengthy speech (in English and then French) on how to order your duty free goods. Then the Movie ends and we have 10 minutes of static and hiss.

The curse

There it was on the front page of the rag 24 hours...

The Leafs don't suck they Blow!

I can almost see Willingdon Black on his way to work seeing that and cringing at the idea that the balance of fate has now been stupidly tipped in favor of the Toronto Maple Leafs. You see the Toronto Maple Leafs play the Vancouver Canucks tomorrow, and event that happens every couple of years... You can see Vancouver vs Minnesota 8 times a year but who gives a damn. Does Vancouver even play Montreal this year?

But the die has been cast

the leafs don't suck they blow... Going to blow out Vancouver 5-1 tomorrow.

I hope for an overtime Leaf win. If the Canucks win will I be happy? Only time will tell, but I have a strong feeling that the idgit who made the call for the 24 cover has made a foolish mistake. There are many tales of sports history where a bad editorial decision has affected a sports match. Scotty Bowman would apparently collect such headlines and post them in the locker room to inspire his team for a stomping.

Before 24 hours and Dose and Metro I was the publisher of the Lynx Paw Courier... We printed 3 papers with fine articles but lacked proper distribution and other important factors. Under no circumstances would I have run an Omen baiting cover like that.

Well I just did some research... Vancouver plays Montreal after Toronto and that's it for the year. 2 games, 1 each against the 2 Canadian teams that are bona-fide classics, and 16 games vs Minnesota and Colorado... That is just completely fucking insane. Toronto and Montreal don't even come to play in Vancouver this year... Totally wrong and outright insulting to the fans that get soaked by this marketing franchise.

What was I thinking when I came up with this idea earlier this evening... There are these social engagements and scene slithering events this weekend but I have just seen the window of my next creative attack... I need to sanctuary, if you know what I mean a demo idea sits on my phone answering machine, which is a comedy in itself... You would think that with all of the high tech gear that I have worked so hard to earn the money to purchase one wouldn't have to resort to these types of things. I remember years ago Smash offered me a mini cassette player which I should have snapped up at the time... And then you start thinking about how a certain computer maker in the effort to make things easy for the common consumer stunts powerful machines with bizarre software and input diseases.

things I want to do in the next few days: Play with Kaiya and CT, eat well, undertake the beginning of a recording project, play drums, watch leafs vs cannucks, be social

things I have to do: deliver stupid mail, do body core strengthening exercises, feed family

should I move recording to the "have to do pile" and blow off the rest?

back will go out, family will crumble, work will fill out forms

and what if I miss the engagements... Ill have to come up with some excuse for why I missed the show, although recording should be good for a musician but not all see it that way... Could become awkward. Will become awkward, I actually find the music pretty good. Maybe if I start recording take a break whip down to the club and be seen "supporting" catch some of the set race back to recording. Now would any other of the scene sucking bastards do that... Which I guess unroots one of my problems. I don't seem to give a rat's ass about being in a club being part of a scene, but yet it is a necessary element of my tax paying registered business. Possibly this could be solved by quitting my job and writing grants full time to get funding for Canada Lynx Records... Then I'll be writing grants all day? Better than writing in this stupid shithole blog.

indeed

A few things

Ok, so a blog must be policed from being some "rant zone" where insane maniacs, such as I, go into swearfests over meaningless things.

Now I believe that meaningless has been re-defined this week.

I guess I should go back a bit, I questioned the relevance of "Myspace friends" a few blogaroo's ago even going so far as to describe my legion of "friends" as Hammerheads... Perhaps you recall. And then at the Supper Show I introduced the idea of a "Willingdon Black" myspace page which provided some amusement for all but one. And then, My main man Ken Killbeat, who is doing a mail-out for our 21 Tandem Repeats CD "Never Wanted to Be Anyone", shot me an email asking me to make 1 or 2 songs on my myspace page available for free download because that is what all the Indie labels are doing... Make a free download and tell the world. Well I got my Karma that night trying to change that (it appeared that the myspace servers were not functioning for the "upload music properly" function... The result being me spending the night on myspace ruining our page with songs that didn't play, working myself into a fine rage.

Back to the meaningless definition. I know a band in Vancouver that has paid some guy in India $100 to get them 10,000 friends. And that is a deal because the going rate is $500. There is a whole economy of people getting other people "friends", which is good to know, because now I know there is no point in the Supper Show People trying to have Willingdon Black's page be the number one page in the world... I mean it would be anyway, being a tribute to the greatest guitar player in the "early evening" Vancouver scene.

This is the same week that Mule Hughes has his image on Myspace for his involvement in DCR.

apparently band websites are a waste of time and money as the myspace page has it all... Music right away, image, bio and show listings, contact... Which is now the band website. Which once again makes me a jackass with hay breath... Just thinking about the money I spend on hosting 21tr.ca and canadalynxrecords.com, and the links sent with a pro press release end up being Myspace pages for the two... Which cost me nothing. I guess that's what you call a left handed compliment to myspace. It IS a VERY important industry tool, if they could just make some browser that didn't show all the "thanks for the Add" and LOL comments I would pay for it.

tonight's second discussion

Mule Hughes from Difficult Music talking about playing in bands

"Every time a thing gets to the point where gigs have to be played and studio time is booked, that's when it all goes pear-shaped and I have to step back. It's self-sabotage, I guess."

The key word being "have"... We have to play a gig or we will... Turn into a pumpkin?, die a lonely life with nobody ever aware of our omnipotent talent? Not progress properly?

It was Christmas Eve at the Cottage Bistro maybe 6 years ago when Shockk and I were doing our then annual Christmas eve show at the Cottage Bistro... Mule and a few of his bandmates were there and the idea for them to play was put to them... There was the usual inward waffling until Mule silenced the crew with a sharp tirade with the words "well if we can't fucking do this then we can't do anything"... They went up and played a wonderful set.

And then studio time gets booked... And then what? The band has to begin to take everything seriously pulling out a giant comb of negativity to rid the material of any kinks that you didn't see when you were playing for fun.

Score another notch on the belt of the mighty Mule.

Imagine a reality show where some slick Hollywood agent blow into town and signs Mule records to a 5 album deal. The theme song would be Restore "you really sold out" and the first episode would be called Mule Makeover... Where the Mule becomes known as the Stallion and is followed by a pack of chatty cathy's from beauty salon to "hip" clothing franchises to lose them only during voice coaching and personal training... Ideas for episode 2?

Question Mark

I guess it's no secret that I am a complete lunatic. Just read a few of the blogaroo's and embarrassment is the word of the night.

Tonight I stood up from the dinner table with the Russian salad dressing in my arm doing a windmill to put a centripetal force on the last of the dressing to get the bottle clean all the while looking at my young daughter explaining the relevance of everything.

what should I do with my life?

Mishaps... Was Myspace but the spell check did that "mishaps" and I felt it artistically fitting.

Well well, a blogaroo about Myspace... You know it was due.

What brought us to this? It was actually this band The Rocky Fortune, and this song called Merry Boxing Day... Which I see they have taken down, which is unfortunate. The dude that wrote and sings the song is a guy called Fox Northman and he came out to the Super Robertson Supper Show for a few months playing the quiet Beardman at the back of the table... I almost threw him in on bass one night, and then set him up to play.... All I knew was that he came to Vancouver from Calgary to write some songs and was staying in an unheated storage space. Anyhow he played and was absolutely scintillating... And he played that song. So I heard from Shockk that his band "the rocky fortune" had that song up on their myspace page and that they were "friends" with interior design. So all I had to do was wade through the multiple pages of interior design friends to find them (as a search proved unsuccessful, for various reasons)... I found the song and enjoyed it... Even tried to download it, which is something I cannot ever seem to do &%%(... which is a shame now that the song is gone... However I figured I aught to tell a few people so I told the 2 of my friends who are most into music... The Mule and A Parker.

Both flinched at the idea of going onto Myspace... The word hate was used. Both did check out the song and enjoyed it... One had to leave early because it was killing him to be on myspace.

But EVERY BAND OUGHT TO BE ON MYSPACE for important exposure, the more friends the better right?

Don't get me wrong I have 4 myspace accounts, the one that I signed up for to check out SUPERSIMIAN when SIM put it up and that one is under my name and has a picture of my naked ass... I never check it... I threw up a ROADBED one, a 21 TR one and a Canada Lynx Records one, just to be involved right.

I find Myspace good for tracking down certain musicians who play bass and horns... Almost better than a phone call. But as I gain more and more friends (I always accept friends requests for some reason) the harder it is for me to find the person I want because I have to wade through a sea of faux friends... Just like the music business right.

People in bands fall prey to the idea that they are getting through and there big break is just around the corner... Does 1678 profile views mean 1678 people were checking out your band... How many gave a shit about your music? All you have to do is stay up all night adding people to your friends and you will have more visits and song plays and you will be able to see your career grow... And then any time you want to send a message to somebody about a Supper Show you have to wade through hundreds of hammerheads to find them.

I think Myspace is great for certain things... I have actually succeeded in having a discourse with the Naso Brothers, but my ability to find the needle is becoming harder in this haystorm of opportunity.

I have more points but I need sleep now

Mule makes a fine point

90% of the press i have ever got has come from the mighty Mule, and he has done it again with a fine review of the latest 21TR CD.

I really have to find that "link HTML", but none the less. Mule gives us some high praise ending with:

"This album lives up to its title. 21 Tandem Repeats don’t want to be anyone (other than themselves). They’re tight, smart, and completely free of attitude or pretension. They’re through being cool. I wonder what they’re doing in the music business."

Funny cause i was just on that waffle last night... what the fuck am i doing in the music business... because it is a business don't you know. I guess it is my rebellion to do the opposite of what the music business would dictate, one should do with the added bonus of what I'm doing being completely right for me.

Kind of like when CT and i go out and pick up garbage from around the neighborhood because we are sick of looking at it, or when i end up on my bike almost being killed by a car... but I'm on my bike for exercise and to avoid burning fossil fuels... but the car people think the roads are for them and them only because they have selfish small minds. I always like the bike riders that go down the center of the lane taking non stop harassment from the vehicles behind who want them to move over so they can race by the cyclist and get to their oh so important rendezvous.

Or talking to my parents the other day and the fact that my niece has asthma and she is like 7 years old (lives in Toronto), and they say that most kids have it... and then the next sentence is about protecting the economy. So i ask my mom id it's more important for her granddaughter to be able to breath or that her oil stocks keep value? And don't get me wrong my Mom is a saint who would do anything for her granddaughter but the idea of "harming" the economy is so embedded into the citizens of our culture that we will continue with insane policies?

So it's up to people like me to exist as an example of doing things for the right reasons... wow where did this confidence come from? Better stop now.

I'm up all night

That was Mark Andrewski's calling card... He would hit you in the arm and say "we're up all night". Back then we would play hockey on a commodore 64. It would take an episode of Sanford and Son to load the damn game and then we would play, get caught up in the action and begin screaming until our landlord/roommate Joe burst into the room asking us how did it happen that we became so fucked.

I remember one time... Well let me set this up... Joe was a respiratory therapist and worked odd shifts at the hospital so there were times when it was very important and difficult for him to sleep. But that's not to take away from the stakes of a 2-2 tie late in the third period. Like I mean you have already invested an hour loading the game, and then playing it... So when our team went up 3-2 with a minute remaining, you can understand the need for some fine celebration. We were so into the game it was like I forgot it was 4:13 AM. Joe reminded us that it was indeed 4:13 AM, but unfortunately we couldn't pause the game, and clearly couldn't give him the attention he was looking for. Like I mean, it would be insulting to him to wake him, and then go on to lose the game in the final minute. He didn't quite see it that way, and in fact took it more in the other direction, like it was a further insult to wake a man and then ignore him as he was berating the wakers. Reminds me of this song called the takers I wrote a long time ago... Should pull that one out.

They have a 3 on 3 hockey game on the CBC website... Maybe I should play that and wake up CT and Kaiya celebrating a goal... How do you think that one would go over?

Have you ever woken a mother's child? I'd rather claim an Elk carcass from a Grizzly Bear. The grizzly bear would kill you immediately and your pain would be over. Like if you went down for a glass of water and tripped over a large pile of clothes in the middle of the staircase... That were so carelessly left on a chair out of harms way... And as you fell smashing down the stairs chipping you tail bone and bruising you elbows you might be then accosted for making a noise that could wake people up.

Wonder if I should resolve to be less of a failure for next year?

I don't know.. I kind of like being a failure... Like what if I became a success... Everything would change... I wouldn't know how to interpret things, and I would have all the wrong reactions. The chain would be broken and I would be lost... It would be the classic Man vs Environment we know so well from our film studies.

Nothing wrong with CBC radio 3

So you can imagine my alarm when I get an email from the producer of the CBC Radio 3 saying that she was reading online that I was having troubles with my site. I believe it was the un fucking believable blogaroo a few posts back... a good lesson for old Robertson... When you have problems ask for help... Rather than slinking to your blog and griping. I'll say that Mary-Anne Korosi, is a fine human fighting a noble cause and all my problems are history. Well I did upload a lot more of the Canada Lynx Records catalogue (still have to do the rest of Represented and Knockout hits) so we will see what I did wrong soon enough.

If you are in a band and you are in Canada your most important site is NewMusicCanada.. or now CBC radio 3. It is your vein into the CBC, and if you do searches on the internet it is usually the CBC site that comes up first... Possibly Myspace may challenge that now, but none the less that is the key one. Your music is secure and you might even get played on the finest station going (smiley faced PR?).

It always kills me how when you want to get a gig everybody needs a physical CD to play some shithole bar where the onus is on the band to bring the party. Slipping into that negative territory...

My daughter Kaiya is up and telling me she needs the one with the bears on it so she can change a stuffed rabbits diaper... It is an hour past her bedtime and she is blocking me out of her subconscious by keeping on task.

"you need to go to bed", I say "you are sick and you were up all night last night keeping mommy and daddy up" I add. "but I, I, I ,I am just tying rabbits hair" she says.

Getting off topic

but what are blogs for.

"if you have a po po I'll put this on you" she said moments before being plucked off the floor and put back to bed

I had to work her pretty hard

now I wonder if I were to start griping about the acid farts I have been having... Would my doctor email me in a few days and tell me to cut out the "all grapefruit diet"?

Why not another Blogaroo?

Blogaroo- a single post within a blog

I feel like the last series of posts was perhaps negative... And then there was that conversation with Willingdon Black in which he said something like "you have got to get that picture of me out of there". Would this one have been better... I believe that I was particularly pleased that a perfect working example of Robertson bone logic had been realized.

Getting off topic again. It was Christmas, and tomorrow I go back to work. Our family went to Pemberton and got snowed in for a day... Myself and CT went for a Christmas eve snow shoe hike into the dark valley and heard Quiet. It was very peaceful so calm in fact that I though about the city and had a violent flashing urge to smash a brick through the teeth... Wait a minute, peace and goodwill to all.

My daughter had a fine day, and was generally more interested in taking care of babies than the whole Christmas vibe. We were at Tam and Jude's place and there were presents and cheer galore, Kaiya enjoyed the excitement and the chocolate in her stocking. You see we are trying to develop some of our own family Christmas rituals that don't revolve around the idea that you MUST race out to a crowded shopping center to buy some piece of crap to show you love every member of your family (Fancy lady had some good points with regard to community shopping). CT and Kaiya made me a picture and Kaiya and I painted CT a ceramic bowl. Although not perfect our ritual is growing roots, Kaiya had a blast just hanging out all day together and I guess that a good start.

Then we came home and I locked antlers with my computer in an effort to further my "music career"... Hit laugh track. Now that would be something... If a computer could watch when a person is reading and when they hit a particular spot a laugh track plays. Possibly some scrolling thing. You know I'm just kidding, although I did spend some time trying to make music available on "free" sites. There is just too much music out there, and I don't feel music is as important as it use to be. I remember in the 70's I had a friend who was much older than I... Like an older brother and I would go and see him and in his room we would listen to Supertramp and Pink Floyd... His room was books LP's and a turntable... He was in High school and I in public school.

Take a kid in high school now, you can play video games, surf the net, play with photoshop, make movies, make music, leave irritating messages on others myspace pages, blog... It's just not the same world where Music was the main outlet.

So why should people care? But then they go ape shit over shallow celebrity news and then you are reminded about what a joke it all is.

Insanity

Just spent another day uploading Canada Lynx Records Music to various places.

I listened to track 1 (come again) on our CBC radio 3 21 tandem Repeats page... The file was completely slowed down... So it sounded like a deep sea version. Unfucking believable, and then there is the Supersimian "on frozen Pond" that cuts off halfway through the song... Which I'm sure came in handy when I sent Hockey night in Canada the link to that song to see if they wanted to use it. Some days it feels like the whole world is against me. It's like it is impossible for me not to be represented as a complete jackass. You ever wondered if somebody hates you?

I think I fixed the Come again track but for some reason I cannot access the Roadbed or Supersimian... That would be too easy... What we need is another ordeal. Ever listen to Last FM? We have some stuff up there, I guess I could post a link but I don't feel like going through the agony that might take.

and old post with a photo from last year

Willingdon Black posing with a paper mask that's nose juts out into a narrow walkway... notice the broken nose.

****December 27, 2004

People who put their noses in things that break noses, end up with broken noses.

That is vintage S. Robertson. i announced that as a reply to a question and then cackled with glee afterwards. Of the rest of the people in the room some enjoyed, others were confused, and a few seemed rather traumatized with the inherent violence of it all. In a sense it's just bone hockey logic, a dialect picked up from the red-necked sector of the game.

When I was younger I did enjoy "weirding people out", but now that i recognize what a bad idea that is on so many levels... so I try to avoid doing that. But being me often puts one in a position where I have to contradict myself... shit man I should run for president... or secretary of defense!

A waffle

21 TANDEM REPEATS
Never Wanted to Be Anyone (Canadalynx)... **** should be (Canada Lynx Records)

Super Robertson, who leads this band and has a regular Wednesday Night at the Railway Club, might be the weakest element of this record. He's not a great singer, which perhaps is why his voice is down in the mix, yet it has character.
Presumably, Robertson also is the main writer and at this he's not great either, yet this second album has charm. It's long on atmosphere, even vaguely psychedelic, making it easy to get caught up in it's swirling patterns, but the album could use more real songs such as the title track or "Failure" to seem more than a wank. C
- Tom Harrison


What would be the quotes

21 Tandem Repeats "Never Wanted to Be Anyone"

"has character"

Tom Harrison Vancouver Province

or

21 Tandem Repeats "Never Wanted to Be Anyone"

"this album has charm"

Tom Harrison Vancouver Province

or

21 Tandem Repeats "Never Wanted to Be Anyone"

"long on atmosphere, even vaguely psychedelic"

Tom Harrison Vancouver Province

or

21 Tandem Repeats "Never Wanted to Be Anyone"

"real songs such as the title track or "Failure""

Tom Harrison Vancouver Province

I guess then name of the game is to take a bloodbath and make it look like a rose garden... That's where the money is in high level BS.

I had some reservations about posting this on the blog... The most obvious being the savage beating that I personally took... One would think that you would let that kind of blow over and hope nobody caught it. Well in some ways it's good to analyze things. I disagree with some of the reviewers points outright, but I also see a few things that were done that would lead a writer to those conclusions if the music wasn't their bag. In some ways I am pleasantly pleased that the album was disliked by a modern rock critic... That dislike may prove to serve us well. Mostly I can't be upset because the CD got reviewed. As a matter of fact the CD I did before this one SUPERSIMIAN "How the tiger got Lionized", got reviewed by the same Tom Harrison who liked it and commented on the great writing. To me it's just great to get reviewed in with a pile of other REAL bands... you know what i mean

The slippery eel

"Your colleagues in Korea may have called me 'the slippery eel' because I was too charming for them to catch me," he said. "That nickname was given to me because I was too friendly to the media Â… I promise today I can be a pretty straight shooter when I have to."

This is the man who is to lead the United Nations starting next year and his biggest task is to... "You could say I am a man on a mission, and my mission could be dubbed Operation Restore Trust,"

Is the slippery eel a beacon of trust able to ooze through the barbs if international geopolitics driven by world economics. Or is he a master sugar coater?

I was going to update that bastard Super robertson supper show blog but fate had me already signed into this dog of a bitter rue-fill jackass.

thats right i posted a comment on Difficult music earlier in the evening before that savage encounter with the myspace bulletin board. But here we are in my backyard where the NIMBY phenomenon is king.

I am actually beginning to get the FEAR again over this show next saturday. It all started with a reply to an email earlier this week. I had emailed a publicist who is helping me out with the release of this 21 tandem repeats CD. i basically said in this last week what should i focus on... he gave the obvious answer that had eluded me... get as many people out as possible and kick some ass! Grande fucking bone wisdom if you ask me... that is exactly what you need to do, get some fucking people out to the show and kick some ass.

now the problem of course lies in my lazy and negative attitude towards my whole music "career". i have taken too many beatings over the years to the point where i was going to retire last year and focus on trying to do creative writing rather than music... but circumstance had other ideas for me and as a man of great faith in the omens i need to follow them. the problem is of course that i find myself in a position as the CEO of a record company trying to con people into the idea that 21 tandem repeats is important, versus the concept of being a player who just wants to play. The ever quotable Jason Rodney once sang "it's a fast food industry" at the end of the song Chicken... where is he when you really need him (arguing with the dean of medicine in some state university in detroit), but thats beside the point.

What should i post on the Supper Show Blog... who cares about some chump fool free show, all them consumers are paying

Here is an interesting development.

My little girl is sick and i just spend some time by her bed making her feel better... she is so sweet, poor little girl all stuffed up.

And then you remember what is important, but then you flash back to the idea that if you are going to do something then do it right! had a few interesting conversations in the last few days. One with a guy name Ryan Townsend... another fine member of the V5T postal code, who is a man with a great belief in the emerging Vancouver music scene, a fine singer and songwriter himself, a man with an infectious enthusiasm for the great possibility. it would take me hours to...

never-mind i'll just post this

wow, i couldn't leave just yet... like i have to repair this series of unconnected thoughts... hey i could play drums tomorrow night... that's a soothing idea... very soothing... now i can't open my email... i don't understand... this is a live nervous breakdown... don't even think of spellchecking this bitch... too late now I'm off that wonderful tangent and on to other things like self analysis which must be some form of egotism when you think about it... I gotta be that Condo salesman that lurks inside of me.

If i didn't have art i might have become a highly successful condo salesman, i can put on a show, and i am a natural fucking ass hole, an unfortunate tendency that i have managed to curb in recent years.

A Profile.. i am a decent man who just plucked a beard hair from his computer keyboard. i have strong values but am weak when it comes to creating situations where people who react wildly when confronted with certain conditions meet a heavy dose of those conditions head on.

Thats why i love Rodney, he understands the full scope of the crushing situation imposed yet has a honors PHD degree in his own reactions to travesties. I win with him and against him. While we are on Rodney this is the latest... so i sent him a letter addressed with a personal insult and he bought a drum kit for my child and had me pick it up from Toys are Us where the retarded staff took an hour to find it. I might add that ther is nothing in that store that is worth buying... actually there are some necessary things for infants.

i have to get off this computer... i will post without even re reading and no edits with respect to spell checking...

i guess that was me

Oh yea

Come to the Western Front on Saturday December 16 2006 303 east 8th ave. Vancouver B.C at 8:00PM.. it's apparently really important that there is this appearance that people care about the band 21 Tandem Repeats

Just drinking and thinking

There has to be a berrte way... Make that a better way.

That statement will all become gibberish if I black out ant let the spell checker take the reins... Which is usually a pretty good option around here. Set lists and a waning belief in oneself dominated the first few beers.. And then there was this sense of coming victory and the score was all there.

And then a man plays an empty cave that cost him plenty.

Of course the Christmas spirit... What is the Christmas Spirit? Some innate consumer response.

we have a little girl who will turn 3 in march... How to celebrate Christmas without training a young mind to be a fool consumer?

Is there ever any real permanent happiness to being a consumer?

Don't get me wrong, there may be.... Like perhaps a certain guitar player who loves the hunt for a new guitar amp, and it is the hunt that they love... So making the kill (the purchase) could kill the hunt and hence ruin everything.

probably a bad example because a guitar amp is a purchase of possibilities and I begat this exercise to flog plastic wrapped plastic toys as a bad idea for a developing smart mind.

Water

Word has it that they were rioting in Cosco over water... Too bad I wasn't there because i probably could have got a few free shots in. You know a stinging left hook to the side of another person's head... The kind of person that would riot over water in Cosco.

Makes you wonder what might happen when the big earthquake hits and Richmond goes into the Ocean, North and West Van have a few subdivisions shift a few thousand feet down...

Hopefully the roads wont be too wrecked... Wouldn't want to miss my favorite part of the day... Reading the front page of the local papers. "How could this Happen!" or "Speed skating dome in the Ocean... No time to rebuild before the Olympics", or, Hundreds Riot for food and water.

not that I want this to happen, but it just seems that our species has just become so useless, it becomes irritating.

As I have said to a few who have made mad dashes to get water... You can always boil it... You still have electricity. And the response "but it tastes gross"... But it will keep you alive if that's what you are panicking about. One of the nameless persons supported the invasion of Iraq years ago on the principle that "Saddam" was a dictator and the world needed the Oil in good hands. Now those people have it rough... Years of no good water, no electricity, and a good chance of getting shot if you go out to find water... I guess not much economy in a land where there is nothing but broken buildings and depleted uranium vapor.

Well I guess I'll just go down and take a shit in my toilet that is filled with fine drinking water, that happens to be a bit cloudy, and then see what's in the frigde, maybe I'll call up somebody on the telephone and complain about something.

Give your head a shake people of Vancouver.

Made a fatal mistake

As the member of our household who is responsible for making the daily dinner I have taken it as a matter of pride to do good. If you are going to do something, do it right. I would say that I am a good cook, but I have lapses of total insanity. Every once in a while wieners and beans can work, provided you have the right wieners and the right beans. I am a salmon or Lamb and rice specialist... Piazzas are good, and I make a mean meatball, and a fine lasagna... But earlier this week while doing the shopping I saw a can of Manwitch... Basically a sloppy Joe recipe... But in a can. It is kind of like the wieners and beans, low rent but possibly tasty. Now what I should have done was take that idea and make sloppy joe's on my own, but no I bought the damn can, and to make a long story short ended up throwing out 1/2 a kilo of ground beef as it was ruined with some inedible shit.

never let your guard down, this world is brimming with stupidity

I'm beginning to hate Mac

From the man who said that computers will be the downfall of society, who then bought a G4 and it could do anything he wanted until there was no more internet support, and a fine operating system was abandoned. Well we have 4 computers in the house and only the old big tower can record music, because of stupid fuckery. For some bizarre reason CT's old ibook can only operate with the old operating system in "Classic " format... Which is an application within an application which doesn't have enough power to operate my old dinosaur setup... That happens to be a fine functional multitrack recording studio... The new ones need a "core audio driver" that is impossible to get.

what kind of a shithole company allows a hardworking family to spend about 9 grand on computers and not be able to do what the honest family wants. I don't give a rats ass about "newer" and "better" technology. I just want to spend what little time I have doing some work and not fucking around and trying to get the things I paid good money for to communicate. They are trying to force me to buy more but that's a waste and an environmental disaster. Oh yea I forgot progress is the cash register ringing... There is an song in there if I could ever align one of these pieces of shit.

The Failure generation

Hi, my name is Super Robertson... Well I'm also know by some as Mark Robertson, and I am a member of the sucker generation.

We were the fools that got zinged by education... Massive tuition increases but the strong promise of work of those with an "educated mind". A nation of hammerheads plum with student debt working in coffee shops, or doing manual labor. And we spent our 20's idolizing "the slacker" and then it was time to settle down and buy a home... Take another hosing on the housing bubble where you can get all the debt you will ever need (and then some) so you can stylise your own home on more credit.

Chip in the fact that we were the fools that have to live in a poisoned world on the broken promise of industrial progress and I think a case could be made for the term "the failure generation".

We accept insanity as normal... have we just been trained for this role?

To answer the question

Fuse lit bombs

It was a dream where we set off to firebomb a friends house (something I did for real from time to time). But this was going to be the mother of all firebombs and the whole town was in on it... And of course when we got there nobody had any matches or lighters and everybody blamed me.

Kind of like a dream where you can't run when you need to. The song was originally titled "Uncle Jerry A'Hearn" in honour of Jerry, my tree-planting boss turned friend, and the words were all there and so I phoned him and left it on his answering machine to record it but it got lost and I could never recapture what I thought I had that day so years later I had the dream and put the song together.

I remember Carl Fatman asked Lily Frost if she ever wrote any of her songs in her dreams... She laughed at him pointing out that she wasn't in a dream writing but rather has written about dreams. She is a winner that girl.

Anyhoo i hope that answers the question.

Possibly we should have ask SR a question blogaroos?

aloha suckers

American elections with respect to ballot measures

In the land of the free I do find it interesting how it seems more important for people to stop other people from doing things in the privacy of their own life and at the same time refuse to take a step in the right direction with respect to the debacle humans are in with respect to the use of fossil fuels.

This is what the people are saying to their government... And the government is suppose to listen right?

And what's all this talk of impeachment being off the table?

Not worth titling

Good work Mule, getting some stuff up on the supper show blog... I was about to delete that whole dog. I never would have done it but it crossed my mind... Another grand scoping project that got left in the gutter of life.

S Bloggerson... I don't mind that at all. I remember one time my daughter was eating ice cream and of course she had to lick the bowl clean and then had stuff all over her face... I called her Grubberson and she said "No daddy I'm not grubberson I'm Kaiya". And then later I was relating the story to my father and when he heard grubberson he said "Hey, we don't like Grubberson... We are sensitive around here".
I have very little in common with the rest of the world, or at least I think that all the time... Which reminds me... I should plug in my ipod so that I can hear music tomorrow when I am getting soaked in another torrential rain brought on by the "pineapple express".

Remember the time pooh bear goes out to wish everybody a happy windsday... And when he gets to Owls house Owl scoffs at him and launches into a story about the great wind of 72, or was it 73... "Anyway pooh I would hardly call it a windsday, more like a spring zepher".

Now that's good stuff

Ha I used that ruler

It's always important to use things... Otherwise they appear useless and fall prey to rash thinking insane maniacs.

The potatoes are close to 1 inch cube like pieces.

SR

I felt a weird tangle when I first used the word "inch"...

Bloggerson eat's what comes his way

Listening to la little Chris Rippin... He put this record out this year and it is a nice listen... This track I am rather fond of... Can't go downstairs now and find out. This is a true blogaroo... Remember the blogaroo of course you do... Its... hmm I just went downstairs... I was prompted by the "Hey MR how long has that chicken been in the oven"... My answer was the truth minus ten minutes... And then I had to get down and do some investigating... The potatoes are delicious.

King SR's deluxe fried potatoes

Get your wife to prepare small potatoes into 1-2 inch cubes... Try not to spell wife five.
Have her soak them in water for the night
Appear on the scene and rub your beard then decide to boil the potatoes gaping out a few times only to hear that overboiling hiss. Salt the water aggressively.
After the potatoes are boiled strain them then coat them in a fine Olive oil and spice the bastards... (I went with some "Greek seasoning")

Put them on a fine no stick cookie tray and bake them at 400 F

get distracted and hope you smell them before they are too burned ( good to have your work area {big laughs on the words work} above the oven.

Taste and claim victory or start working on an excuse.

Proof they just don't get it

The Harper government introduced on Thursday a proposed clean air act that would begin regulating smog levels by 2010 and looks to cut greenhouse gas emissions in half by 2050.

A vague and delayed response to a immediate and possibly irreversible catastrophe I learned about and was convinced 19 years ago in a geography class at West Hill Collegiate Institute.

So in 4 years we will begin... Unless there is another stall, and that never happens in politics. And by 2050 we will be cutting emissions by half... So in 44 years what happens if there are 2x as many of us polluting at half the rate we were 44 years ago.

Like I mean shouldn't technological innovation cut pollutants by that much easily therefore never taxing our precious economy.

I sense a "Nobody could have seen this coming" moment.

And then there is the odd jackass..

There are people out there who want to be rock stars who become confused and think that they are artists.

That is a very key statement full of truth... The kind of truth that most don't care for... I want to make it, is what I want to do but the moment I am given advise I blow it off because I am an artist. Either one is cool to me, but it is more a point of doing things right. You want to be a star then do the things that make a person a star, and if you want to be an artist... Although I think you would be an artist and you could nurture that thing inside you.

I all doesn't really matter... Be a business man for all it matters... Sell crap to fools. This is the Best thing for you... That fool thing you already have is useless... What do you do for a living man " I sell crap to fools, It's amazing what people will believe... It's not bad I can basically work my own hours and as long as my sales don't slide nobody gives a shit"

A whole nation of self expressing Hammerheads swimming towards the same kill unwittingly feeding the machine.

it was a rainy day...

Indeed, why not mention the weather... Works for family.

Better than posting the long unedited version of Carl Fatman and Mule Hughes discussing memory. Just imagine the Mule sitting at his computer.. Recall "how to write a blogaroo"... And he does his rounds on the world wide web and there it is an awkward 10 minutes of an aggressive Mule schooling Carl Fatman in journalism. There is one point when Carl is struggling and Mule snaps his fingers and says "cummon pick it up Carl". One of the fine keys is the use of the word "Carl"... Not like those other boobs that kept calling Carl by another name. I tell you, you can lead a horse to water...

I could just give up blogging and follow Mule around with a video camera... The title of this film is Mule Hughes riding the bus... I could dress up like a disheveled beardman reeking of booze and tobacco and sit next to him while another clever cameraman films the interaction... "Dysrhythmia, —Barriers and Passages is a shit CD" I would say in a breathy breath... But a guy like you might like them" and then nail the Mule with a hard elbow to the ribs.

Oh wellIi guess some things are better to think about than actually do.

Aint that right Mule

mule hughes a victor

a collection of unanswered questions

I was reading a quote that had something to do with the worst sin you can have toward someone is not to hate them but rather to be indifferent to them as that is the essence of inhumanity. Point taken, but I'm not too sure that the one being hated would agree. A similar idea occurred in a book i read to Kaiya the other day... it is called "I like you"... and one of the reasons a character gave for liking somebody is that when they are mad at you you are mad at them too.

I am usually one to be indifferent, choosing to avoid arguments. Often it is because i don't feel the argument will solve anything... i am probably wrong, but that happens from time to time. It is one of those philosophical points that may have more merit in discussion that in practice. It might be one of the key developments of our evolution as social creatures who have had incredible resources poured into training us as consumers.

We are not people rather a demographic of consumers... where am i going with this? I try not to be a consumer, and i don't bother with people who irritate me... wasn't it William S Burroughs who said in a song titled worlds advise to young people "If you meat someone who makes you feel like you have lost a quart of plasma AVOID that person... you need that like a hole in the head.

It can be good to be challenged however... that will be the goal for the upcoming 21 Tandem Repeats year, although I'm not sure hate need be involved. I guess it's the word hate that is so wrong, just a strong word.

Back to 21 Tandem repeats.. as per usual. So were are sitting on a good CD and a bunch of songs that we could go in and record again, but there is just too much potential to do more, to create a "sound" for the band, or a voice... i do believe we have and have always had a voice. As Winnie the Pooh would say "it all comes from working together"... we all work differently but we need to find a way. I recall reading about a great band and how they wrote material together and the member was saying that they collect their best riffs and go from there, which is about the best place to start when songwriting. i have usually found that there are very few arguments when putting a good song together because it feels right, and when you are trying to put that flash into a bad song everybody has exhausting ideas that go nowhere... never be afraid to ban a song, it could have some potential but a song is never worth more than the band, even if it happens to be "charting" on some little known web page.

I remember doing a song with Roadbed called Honest Beardman... a kind of joke song that was shit together in the studio... later when Roadbed was chosen to be one of the countries top 10 emerging bands there was a battle of the bands competition held online and the song "Honest Beardman" was representing us... in some ways it was unfortunate and in another way it was fitting.

I did another late night show at the railway last thursday and i could be done with those. I feel like we play a mean supper show, and i don't care to organize others further. It got me to thinking about thinking outside the box for shows. One idea i had was to go and play some high schools (sure sure bright idea Robertson) and possibly talk a bit about what it is like to be in a band, and to encourage kids to get a proper education and enjoy music. I think too many people get in bands and think that they are going to make it and end up bitter broken souls... and music doesn't need to be that. i remember going to camp and looking forward to the campfire where there would be songs to enjoy together. Now it seems like most people go to shows to

1) Be seen so you will go to their show
2) Drink
3) Be seen because they know the person playing and there is pressure to support them
4) socialize

and then sometimes people go to listen. I will note at this time that many bands suck horribly and play at ear piercing volumes all under some delusion that they are the next generation of their heroes.

I am lucky music works for me.

S. Robertson Vs Pigeons

S. Robertson Vs Pigeons
Pigeon's are nesting above my balcony
There are some very bad deification problems
I am all for killing those Pigeons

They are not a Native species is the position I would take for those who shriek at such a though. Not only that, Life is not always fair and I need the pigeon shit thing to stop. We have gone through the usual methods, the obvious one being changing the arrangement of the cinder blocks so that they are not prime roosting territory. But the damn birds associate theat patio above me as their natural home.

I have contacted the strata about getting a peregrine falcon for the building... Something I should just do. What building wouldn't want their own peregrine falcon.

This way the falcon could do the killing and it would be a thing of honor, and not the savageness of having the bearded guy in #110, who has a poster in the lobby of his head on a platter with a fork in it climb up the building an murder a pigeon family in front of his young daughter. It would be a fine lesson in species management, a division of population biology to a young mind.

You shouldn't kill animals, but you would crush a mosquito if it bit you. Now if a Pigeon family rains shit on you for a month, are you a savage for rubbing them out. It almost needs a violent death so that word gets out to all of the other pigeons... that was a bad place to make a habit of roosting.

A Falcon would put the proper fear into the local pigeon population, but that would mean meetings with the strata to put a proper falcon roost on the roof, and living in pigeon shit can be more enjoyable than a strata meeting.

So we find ourselves again back to the obvious hit job.

Possibly I should get my neighbor (upstairs) a cat... That is another good idea! If I got him an Orange cat, it could put a whole new spin on a concept... I could say... I like your no show walking, I like your lack of parties, but what I really like is your Orange cat... I don't think them pigeons would dig that too much, a nice alpha predator in your roosting, shitting space.

I'll get a nice cat and leave it at his door... a little bow around it's neck. If I try and give it to him and he refuses then I'll be shot down and any cat effort will be traced back to me.

What if I just get a BB gun and shoot the birds, those birds have got to go!

More gibberish

Create new post eh!

why not, not like i need to sleep or anything. Just peck away like a hammerhead.

Hammerhead Ed

I use to call him edjackass, but hammerhead ed is far superior. He is this self centered dude I work with... Not that that narrows it down at all. But hey we all only care about ourselves right... What is it that WE are getting out of this situation.

I was talking to a fellow after the Supper Show the other night who was telling me that you can't kill a Buddha. I guess there is this story of an elephant sent to kill a Buddha and it goes on a rampage and kills all manner of things but when it comes close to the Buddha it feels the love vibrations and cannot kill. By the way Hammerhead Ed is defiantly no Buddha... Clearly. But would a guy who represents a giant money company be able to kill a Buddha if the buddha's home was over a valuable money field. Your are damn Skippy he would... Last thing the world needs is another shifty Buddha threatening the commerce of the free world.

What about this one... My old buddy Big wave use to lay this one on me ever once in a while.

Buddha went out to sit in the forest and he became enlightened... Then all the animals of the forest came and sat with him... It was then that he realized he was enlightened, lost his enlightenment and the animals left. He then realized and refocused and became enlightened again but the animals did not come near him because they new he was enlightened.

I guess it's the animals that have a natural sense of things in all of these stories but as humans we suffer natural insanity and continue to fail to grasp the fundamental concepts.

Take the real estate market... ITS GOING TO KEEP GOING UP UNTIL THE OLYMPICS AND THE IT WILL LEVEL OFF. Every agent and his flock of fools has been crowing on that statement well into this era where housing affordablility has completely disappeared. Now as even the banks are mentioning the word recession and the US market is tanking WE ARE DIFFERENT they say IT'S JUST LEVELING OFF they say. What kind of a fool would buy a home and pay more in interest to own all the problems of home ownership, without the possibility of ever reasonably paying it off, that if that fool were to just rent. It is just such a simple concept. It's like people racing to buy BreX moments before it became useless... Well not that bad.

The writer

The writer is best in his unique environment. Possibly he moves to create this environment so that he will be able to write. Occasionally he shocks himself by wandering into other environments so that he is reminded that his environment IS THE PLACE TO BE.

or is it not always like that. Possibly many different environments could work but by subjecting oneself to chance you may come across the wrong environment, which could teach you about the elements of your pro setup.

Clearly this is all purely hypothetical, like an empty bowl of vegetable chips... Like a potato is not a vegetable chip. A potato is a vegetable my friends, and a potato with yellow food coloring does not mean that it is a carrot, right. But lets face it who wants a carrot chip.

I wonder if "healthy" vegetable chips that cost an arm and a leg (not that I'm some kind of a savage cheapskate) contain trans-fats... ie non hydrogenated oils.

Do we need a chemistry lesson... Sorry to intrude on this point.

Tasty fat is a carbon chain (carbon is an element) surrounded by Hydrogen and Hydrogen and oxygen together.

H H H H H H H H
H-C-C-C-C-H = non hydrogenated H-C-C-C-C-OH = Hydrogenated
H H H H H H H H

I think I just drew Butane whish is a gas and not a tasty fat. Imagine more C's and while you are imagining you may as well salt the fucker



the OH group (you can get more of them) is the heart killer that gets all the press. If you go and buy Ruffles chips it says on the label No trans Fat. It means that they used a more health friendly oil to fry the chip in... But do "healthy" vegetable chips have to go that far or are they already covered with the vegetable idea. i think ther is a law about that now...

I will go down and check.

Son of a bitch I'm talking out my ass... The whole term is saturated or unsaturated. The trans thing has to do with the placement of the... OH group

This is total gibberish... I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about... This is where one should just delete and go to sleep.

Eat some dried fruit and drink some water... I just went into a chemistry website and remembered why I got into music, which may bring us back to some long stretch from the origin of this blogaroo.

delete or just go to sleep

I need to write some words

Why?

2 new Rojas bass inspired songs.

I am the man the being you see made strong with flesh and bones
the inner conversation that I have will always lead me home
when you meet a soul with your eyes and touch the heart
you send a message aim for the like a bullseye for a dart

yea were going to have some good times around here
me and my buddies of this earth... Don't you go changing

I am a rock who is happy with my efforts I am a tower
I'll change one small behavior, and that will give me power
I will be patient with the problems I cannot solve in an instant
I remember in a former song I rhymed instant with pistant

Yea were going to have some good times around here
me and my buddies of this earth... Don't you go changing



and then


sooth yourself , treated to the rhythm of nothing in particular
move yourself, feet feet moving and your arms swing circular
I describe a thought not really a though but grabbing at something
I decide what is a though when I writing a song called tong thing

it's not over rather that this thing needs to find it's own
like a flower reaching to the sun and it starts to grow

Help aside we can wait for the ocean to bring the tide
And we stride like a ship sailing to the other side
As we grow, we can feel the affects of the body age
remember that, you can be a victim of your violent rage

it's not over rather that this thing needs to find it's own
like a flower reaching to the sun and it starts to grow


Sorry Rojas that the best I could do at the 11th hour, but I'm glad to do it and we will play them tunes tomorrow night and have them hammered out by the end of the year.

By the way of all of the highlights I have had in the last little while the greatest was standing outside on the Railway balcony with the whole 21TR crew. It was after we played last Thursday, and it was late, but for a moment it felt like a invincible crew

I am now officially pissed off!

I was wondering what my next post would be about... i was hoping for something a little more uplifting or maybe something about the fact that I have in my possession the new 21TR CD.

But no, you see I had this guy "old seed" from Winnipeg coming to play the Super Robertson Supper show... It was all lined up for some time, and he is really quite good. But today I got an email about the fact that he can't play the show because he got a show the night before at the media club and to get that show he has to sign an exclusivity agreement meaning that he can't play any other club in town.

Hence my official state of being pissed off.

A human being can't play a free show for other humans in a laid back environment because some (%%%^$*&&^()^$ *^)&%%^$*(*&^%. You know what I mean.

I have a good mind to out bid the media club to either make them pay more, or to just win. It would cost me plenty but so have many of my "principled" decisions over the years. Most likely there has been a contract signed already... For sure. I mean I'm glad he got a paying gig, but I am enraged at the idea that some corporate entity has dammed him from playing the Supper show.

There will be a reaction... Anybody into going and marching with protest signs in front of the media club on Tuesday September 19th?